In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a
mine Dwelt a miner forty-niner, And his daughter, Clementine
CHORUS: Oh, my darlin, oh, my darlin, Oh, my darlin Clementine
You were lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine Light she
was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine Herring boxes,
without topses, Sandals were for Clementine. CHORUS Drove the
ducklings to the water, Every morning just at nine, Hit her foot
against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. CHORUS Ruby lips
above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas for me, I was no
swimmer, So I lost my Clementine.